{"id":33184,"date":"2007-09-26T13:23:18","date_gmt":"2007-09-26T13:23:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2007\/09\/26\/stop-pretending\/"},"modified":"2007-09-26T13:23:18","modified_gmt":"2007-09-26T13:23:18","slug":"stop-pretending","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2007\/09\/26\/stop-pretending\/","title":{"rendered":"Stop Pretending"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The kids are very much into pretending to feed me. Every time I turn around, one or the other has some special pretend drink, snack, or cookie for me to eat. At first, I thought this was a lot of fun, and I hammed up eating the pretend offering pretty much every time it was made. After several months, however, this particular game is starting to become tiresome. Sometimes, I just don&#8217;t feel like stopping what I&#8217;m doing to take a sip of air.<\/p>\n<p>The other night C (our five year old) came running up to me during the bedtime routine. &#8220;Daddy, daddy! I got you some water!&#8221; He held out his empty hand. I was in the middle of getting their vitamins out, and for some reason was feeling quirky. I pantomimed taking the glass &#8211; and then spilling it all over my front.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Whoops,&#8221; I said. &#8220;Here&#8217;s your vitamin.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He didn&#8217;t like that at all. He shouted &#8220;nooooo&#8221; and ran out of the room. He came back a few seconds later. &#8220;Daddy, I got you another one. Be careful this time. Don&#8217;t spill it.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He handed the imaginary glass to me. I poured it on my head by accident.<\/p>\n<p>He hopped up and down in place with frustration. &#8220;No, no, no! You&nbsp;have to drink it!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He ran away again before I could give him his vitamin. He returned, carefully carrying his pretend glass of water. &#8220;Okay, this is your last chance. Here it is. Nice cold water.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I carefully took it &#8211;&nbsp;and then poured the water over his head. He dodged out of the way, shouted something, and then ran back to get another glass. <\/p>\n<p>Still without his vitamin.<\/p>\n<p>Over the next several minutes, I ended up pouring glasses of water over pretty much everyone in the family. Somewhere in that process, C even took his vitamin. Finally, however, he had had enough.&nbsp;He came walking back into the room&nbsp;carefully carrying the pretend glass of water, and handed it to me. &#8220;No, Daddy! No! You have to drink it.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I smiled and started to move towards splashing his momma. &#8220;No, Daddy! No! No Pretending! No Pretending! Just drink it!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I stopped and looked at him, still holding the pretend glass of water. &#8220;No pretending?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No! No &#8211; uh,&#8221; he looked at my empty hand, and then shook his head. &#8220;Just drink it, daddy! Just drink it!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I drank.<\/p>\n<p>This has stuck with me, though. Somewhere during that whole process the glass of water became quite real.to the little guy. Interesting, huh? I feel like there&#8217;s some bigger lesson to be learned here, but I can&#8217;t quite get it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The kids are very much into pretending to feed me. Every time I turn around, one or the other has some special pretend drink, snack, or cookie for me to eat. 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